"But I need it."
Ian raised his right hand and took out a dark silver metal Token from his Dimension Ring.
The Token was the size of his palm, its surface engraved with the Badge of the Withered Council: a black tombstone.
On the back, an incomplete set of coordinates was carved in the language of the Abyss.
[Abyssal Rift, Seventh Spiral Arm, Ashen Wasteland…]
The latter two-thirds had been deliberately erased.
"I got this from Selas."
Ian placed the Token on the illusory river of stars between them.
"It's the coordinates to a secret resource point of the Withered Council. It's incomplete, but with the Tower Master's abilities… you should be able to deduce the approximate location."
The Morton Tower Master stared at the Token, the flow of the Star Sea in his eyes accelerating slightly.
"The value is sufficient, but I need to confirm… the authenticity of the coordinates."
He raised his gaunt right hand and made a grasping motion in the air.
The Token flew into his palm.
